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Poster: ColdRain108 Date: Mar 26, 2012 3:03pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: TDIH Vegas

#1 of nearly 50 in '83 alone.

http://archive.org/details/gd1983-03-26.fob.neumann.miller.81092.sbeok.flac16

As we flew over Mt Whitney into Death Valley, on our way to Vegas, we see a sea of brilliant color, our pilot says “hang on!”. We drop 10.000' in tight spirals down, down, down until we see that the sea of brilliant color is the desert in full bloom! Amazing! We fly past Vegas and head out into the desert, we’re flying pretty low so we can’t make out the topography of the land, our pilot has this devious look in his eye. Looks like flat desert until we bust over the lip of the Grand Canyon and do two or three barrel rolls down into the gaping chasm! Holy Crap! What a way to start the year. We circle back around and land in Vegas and meet up with friends who drove down from the Bay Area. We pile into their vehicles and head to the Aladdin.

We did some good old fashioned pre-functioning up in one of the aluminum foil paisley wallpapered rooms and then take the Elevator down to the Theater. As we all pack into the equally freaky elevator, an elevator that is stuffed to the gills with freaks all lubed up for the show…we notice this one guy trying to hide in the corner…kind of shrinking into the paisley wallpaper…It was Phil. Once he was outed everybody starts asking questions, shouting out requests, generally being stoned heads with one of our heroes trapped in an elevator with us…He rode a few stops with us before he jumps off and says “have a good one” and we all shout words of encouragement – like "how about Dark Star tonight!" The elevator continues with everybody now double tweaked and ready for big fun.

As we walk down the hall to the theater one of our crew decides to throw his last few quarters into one the money dump machines…and boom, lights, sirens, bells ringing like crazy and Bill has just won 5K on the last slot machine before you enter the theater…now we know an interesting time is going to be had. Vegas Baby!

The show was spooky and intense, weird vibes from all around. Strange lights flashing behind us, unexpected sounds from above us. Generally a freak-out show at a freak-out setting. The highlight is the split TOO, half before drums/space half after. The sound is very eerie and strange. None of the available copies is very high quality. It is a good show but it pales in comparison to the freak out the ensued once we leave the sanctity of the hall. The show ends and we are all 100,000,000 light years from home. As we exit the theater and head back towards the Casino we are met by a line of Vegas’finest. They are interlocked arm in arm to prevent anyone w/o a room key from getting back into the casino…there were probably 20 of us tagging onto one room key. I have never had to stand eye to eye with pissed off cops while in that condition before or after. Their faces were melting, lights beaming out from their badges, halo’s of wild colors all around them. We all get past the cops and then things start to get weird. The walls of the casino are all mirrored so there is no way to tell where the F we are heading. All around are the creatures from Fear and Loathing, drooling over their machines, lizards and monsters screaming with greedy joy, bells ringing, lights flashing, there appears to be no escape from it….when suddenly one of the mirrored walls opens up and viola – it’s an elevator. In we pile and up to the room we go. By the time we get to the 14th floor we are bouncing off the walls like so many over-stimulated electrons in an atom about to rupture…the door opens and we spill out into a paisley tinfoil lined hall way…yikes! Finally we get to the room and then the party begins!

Eventually it all fades back to within shouting distance of reality. We stumble down the Strip finally crashing in a room with 10 or so extra floor squatters…by like 4am. In the morning we all meet at the airport and climb back into our rented 8 seat Cessna and off we go to LA for the next round.

WALSTIB

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Poster: dark.starz Date: Mar 26, 2012 10:08pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TDIH Vegas

http://archive.org/details/gd1983-03-26.set2.senn421.streeter.gems.79605.flac16

Snappy Scarlet > Fire > Other One > Stella Blue, ^ here's the better recording, Sennheiser 441s > Sony Reel to Reel @ Soundboard.

Attended and taped the April 6th show one short year later in the spring of 1984. The gestalt linkage "high" was over the top as people appeared to be floating on the ceiling like a circus act during the second set.

Choppy performance perhaps, who cares, they could have played a recording that evening and folks still would have had a blast.

The experience of walking out of the Alladin Theatre onto the casino floor was reminiscent of the opening animated sequence of The Grateful Dead Movie. Massive wind storm the next day, the negative ions in the desert air were difficult to handle and leaving the Alladin Hotel two days early for the airport proved to be a wise decision.



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Poster: Reade Date: Mar 28, 2012 11:24am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TDIH Vegas

Phil hiding in the corner. I can just see it. "Should taken the stairs...."

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Poster: AltheaRose Date: Mar 27, 2012 7:57am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TDIH Vegas

Thanks for sharing that, aluminum foil paisley wallpaper and all. A rented plane ... boy, you were serious about getting to shows. Did you rent the devious-eyed pilot, too, or was it a friend?

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Poster: ColdRain108 Date: Mar 27, 2012 9:23am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TDIH Vegas

The pilot was a friend, a highly skilled pilot he was...but most assuredly having little to no regard for the "law". It was his idea to do the tour that way. There was an event a couple of years later where he had to make an emergency landing in his experimental plane on a major freeway in the Bay Area...the plane came to rest at the exit ramp for...wait for it...




St Stephens Drive, just before the Caldecott Tunnel in Orinda. There was photo in the local paper with the plane on the shoulder just below the St Stephens sign.

He was our spiritual leader, an old timer (probably 40 at the time) who could spin yarns about Pigpen for hours on end. He even tried to form his own church...something to do with N2O - IRS said NO F'ing Way! What a crazy wild time it was. The Dead were still way under the radar so we had the run of the place from mid '82 until the '86 Greeks. On the rail, Phil's side - every show. We had a system. Strong guys stake out the space, make room for the pretty girls to dance right at the band's feet. Grandfather claused in the old timers and we had our own semi-private party at the rail at the Greek Theater. We were a very diverse group, from 16 year olds up to our Grateful Grandma - who was the source of our miraculous sugar cubes.

Those sugar cubes are why I can still remember details...like it was yesterday.

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Poster: turnphilup Date: Mar 26, 2012 6:03pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TDIH Vegas

Great story. Nice attempt of trying to describe a night, that even though at the time is is even occurring, you know you are still going to have a hard time convincing anyone what was happening to you at the time. Much less get everything that happened down. I bet this was only the half of it and it was freaking 30 years ago! We can all sorta of relate to the narrative you describe, because at one time in the past, we have all sorta been there in one way or another. I have been anyway. One of the reasons I come to this site is to relive some of those good old times of yesteryear, even though it was the 80's, know one can take your memories of those shows away from you. Besides, that second set looks like a nice one to be ripped to. There was nothing like a goddamn good ole grateful dead show. Peace

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Poster: ColdRain108 Date: Mar 27, 2012 9:52am
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: TDIH Vegas

Those are the details I'm willing spill on the internet...the alien abduction business is best left private ;>{)

There was and never again will be anything like a Grateful Dead concert!